Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.